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A large red sign with white text reads STORED and shows two hands holding a cube. The sign partially covers a person in a suit standing indoors.

Stored (Chapters 1 and 2)

2025-05-12 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Chapter 1: Caged Silence

The silence roared in my ears. The rubber hood amplified my pulse, the hiss of filtered air slipping in and out of the breathing tube, and the subtle, maddening sound of latex creaking as I shifted the barest fraction of an inch.

I was sealed in, encased from scalp to toe in black rubber, bent at the knees, and arms folded tight to my chest in the smooth, padded hollowness of a hidden chamber. Anyone glancing at it saw nothing more than a piece of designer furniture, a custom walnut bench beneath the living room window. Seamless, elegant, and dead silent.

Stored

Charlie once ruled boardrooms in sharp suits and sharper words, a self-assured executive with everything under control. Until Brian. Charismatic, calm, and unshakably dominant, Brian didn’t take Charlie’s control away. Charlie gave it to him.

What began as flirtation turned into a bond deeper, and darker, than Charlie ever imagined. From whispered rituals to permanent chastity, from obedience to objectification, Charlie’s descent is tender, terrifying, and utterly complete.

Now, stored beneath a polished wooden bench in the middle of a suburban living room, sealed in rubber and silence, Charlie listens to the man who owns him laugh with guests just inches away. He is no longer a partner, no longer a man. He is furniture, and he has never loved more completely. A devastating, slow-burn tale of erotic surrender and identity erasure, Stored is a haunting journey into submission, devotion, and the beauty of being unmade.

Stored is a 7,000-word short story. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.

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The Space Bears (chapters 1-3)

2025-04-28 / admin bot / 0 Comments

I’ve expanded My short story from 2023 into a full-length transformation epic. Read the first three chapters here.

Chapter 1: The Golden Ticket

I had been based out of Artemis Station for nearly a decade, working long-haul cargo routes to neglected outposts and failed experiments in galactic living. Six months to Vesta. Fourteen to New Rockall. The occasional ten-week jog to Hyperion. Interstellar freight isn’t glamorous, but the solitude suited me. The pay was steady. And when you’re in deep sleep for most of the journey, the years barely touch you.

Some guys can’t handle it—waking up decades older than their friends, missing birthdays, funerals, and civilizations. Me? I had nothing waiting for me planetside. No lovers, no obligations. I liked it that way.

The Space Bears

Joseph Cole thought he was just signing up for a nine-month cargo run from Artemis Station to Earth. Instead, he found himself locked, trained, and transformed by Bradford and Chapman, the legendary “space bears” whose reputation for rough camaraderie and extreme bonding rituals precedes them across the stars.

Stranded aboard the aging freighter Berengaria, trapped in a relentless program of sweat, muscle, and total control, Joseph is dragged into a brotherhood he never saw coming, and soon never wants to leave.

Chastity devices, enforced masculinity, muscular transformation, sweaty bear bonding, and irreversible submission drive this high-heat, high-grit space saga. Once you’re aboard, there’s no way out—not that you’ll want one.

The Space Bears is a 7,900-word short story. It is a full-length, complete, and expanded version of Jay Hypno’s original Space Bears series, now revised and filthy as ever. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.

Spent Casings

Will Reed walked into the firing range looking for clarity. What he found was Burke Lawson—gruff, grounded, and impossibly unreadable. As Will trades curated dinners and performative politics for steel, sweat, and submission, a new identity begins to form—one built on quiet control, earned respect, and the searing gravity of command.

But Burke isn’t just a mentor. He’s a man with his own edge—one that wants to yield, if only someone would take him.

Spent Casings is a 9,900-word slow-burn gay romance of masculine transformation, power exchanged in silence, and desire forged in smoke and spent brass. For readers who crave rough tenderness, reverent obedience, and the kind of devotion that kneels without shame.

All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.

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Confession

2025-03-17 / admin bot / 0 Comments

The confessional was dark, save for the flickering candlelight casting broken patterns against the wooden partition. The air, thick with ghostly wisps of incense, felt even heavier with something deeper—unspoken desires pressing against the walls, waiting to be exposed, waiting to be exorcised.

Nathan knelt on the worn leather cushion, his hands folded tightly on the tabletop. His belly, straining the buttons of his shirt, pressed against the prayer kneeler with each shallow breath. The act of kneeling itself sent a strange thrill down his spine. He closed his eyes and exhaled, slow and unsteady.

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Sidelined

2025-03-03 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Journal entry: March 3rd

Location: The goddamn coffee shop. Across the street. Where I always am.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe if I get the words out of my head, they’ll stop echoing so loudly. Maybe if I force them onto the page, I’ll finally see how absurd all of this is. How ridiculous. How wrong.

Or maybe—God help me—I just want to remember.

They’re at the restaurant again. Our restaurant. Or at least, it was ours, once. Now it belongs to them. Rod and Jason. The happy couple. The perfect pair. The ones who fit together like puzzle pieces while I sit here alone, watching.

A close-up of a formal clothing ensemble featuring a textured dark blue tie, a black bow tie, and parts of a gray dress shirt. The ties contrast with the smooth fabric of the shirt.

When the bow breaks

2024-10-28 / admin bot / 0 Comments

The uniform clung to Gavin like a second skin, too tight in all the wrong places. The white shirt stretched across his chest, revealing the faint outline of his nipples and every twitch of muscle beneath. The polished brass buttons bulged at the seams, threatening to pop if he exhaled too hard. His black polyester pants were no better. Snug to the point of humiliation, the fabric molded to his thighs and pressed into his groin. But the worst part by far was the bow tie. It was a cheap, garish strip of synthetic fabric, fastened tightly at his throat and barely large enough to tie correctly. It perched there like an afterthought, making him look small and silly, a visible marker of his demotion.

Gavin adjusted it nervously, his gloved fingers fumbling as he tried to make it sit straight. But no effort could stop it from looking ridiculous, especially compared to the sleek silk neckties the other building residents wore. Their ties draped elegantly, knots thick and proud against crisp, starched collars. Neckties were the mark of men who led; men with Interpersonal Dominance Indexes over 65. Men with power. On the other hand, Bow ties were reserved for those who had failed to measure up, those with IDI scores of 65 and lower. Followers. Not men, just overgrown manboys.

Keypad couple

2024-10-07 / admin bot / 6 Comments

Dave’s thick fingers brushed against something unfamiliar, something rectangular, beneath Ed’s waistband as they cuddled on the sofa. Figuring it must’ve been part of the new gear Marc had brought over during their latest hookup, Dave ignored it and continued gently fondling Ed’s package. The bearish husbands had struck the jackpot when they invited Marc into their newly open relationship. Not only was he handsome, muscular, and perpetually horny, he was totally content to remain Dave and Ed’s side piece; a nonthreatening addition to their rock-solid marriage.

The gear was just icing on the cake. Dave and Ed were initially suspicious that Marc’s gifts of shiny, skintight fetish gear would come with strings attached, but Marc never asked for anything in return. All he cared about was that Dave and Ed wore them during their hookups. It took the middle-aged bears some getting used to, but before long, they’d incorporated the sleek Lycra bodysuits and rubber jockstraps into their sex life even when Marc wasn’t around. For the past week, they geared up after dinner, exploring each other’s bodies while binge watching bad TV. The Lycra suits clung to their stocky frames and reflected the light with a glossy sheen. It was a bit of sexy fun; something new and different to spice things up for the forty-something couple.

The office dad (chapter 2)

2024-09-30 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Read chapter 1 of “The office dad” before reading on…

Hal rode the elevator to the fifth floor and approached the glass doors of his new office suite. They opened with a soft hiss, and Hal hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, immediately hit by the hum of activity. The sleek, modern space was just as intimidating as he’d feared—polished concrete floors, open workstations, giant monitors, and the steady click-clack of keyboards filled the air. This is their world, he thought. And I’m just visiting.

Hal tugged at his tight white dress shirt, feeling it ride up with his every step. The familiar pressure on his belly returned, his anxiety spiking. The shirt was pulled so taut that he feared it would give up any second. He tried to focus on the immediate task at hand—check in, find his way around, and get through the day without drawing too much attention to himself.

Tag: Dom/sub (Page 1 of 2)

Stored (Chapters 1 and 2)

Chapter 1: Caged Silence

Stored

The Space Bears (chapters 1-3)

Chapter 1: The Golden Ticket

The Space Bears

Spent Casings

Confession

Sidelined

When the bow breaks

Keypad couple

The office dad (chapter 2)

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